To my American friends: Happy 4th of July. To my friends who read this who live in other countries, Happy July, 4th. If you live in another country, this holiday may be confusing.
The fourth of July is a day for celebrating freedom — so, we blow up lots of stuff and people get sun-burned and drink lots of beer.
Even trains get drunk on the Fourth of July, as I just read that a Tennessee Freight Train Loaded With Whiskey Derails. (The train will be checking into the Betty Ford clinic next week.)
One thing that confuses me is how Martina McBride became synonymous with the Fourth of July. Sure, one of her biggest hits was a song called Independence Day, but if you listen to the lyrics of the song, it’s about a lady whose husband was a drunk so one 4th of July, she blew up the house and murdered him. The song is sung from the point-of-view of the woman’s daughter who was eight-years-old at the time of the murder. I missed it somewhere along the way if that’s what celebrating the 4th is all about.
I’m celebrating fresh, home-grown tomatoes today.
Other people celebrate Independence Day by hacking an iPhone to work without having it activated by AT&T. I wouldn’t try that at home, boys and girls, but an iPhone with wifi, without the phone, is a very compelling product that celebrates independence.